I don't think people fully grasp what my depression does to me. Everyone seems to expect me to do a lot like nothing is wrong. I would still be in school if I cared enough to get up and actually do things. My days are spent laying in bed because I have no motivation to do anything else. If I get up it's only because I have to... and those are the good days. Don't ask me if I help my mom out by cooking dinner or cleaning and make me feel like an asshat when I say no. My everyday is hard enough without your disapproving look.
I truly wish people would stop taking my existence for granted. One day I'm here and the next I could be gone, so please don't make this harder than it already is.